“OKOKOK, I’m calling us to order,” Ditria declared, over the tipsy giggling of her guests, who were sitting in a circle with her on the living room floor. Making an effort to sit up straight and look composed, she cleared her throat and proclaimed, “We are gathered to celebrate the life, and commemorate the death, of our dear friend Hyacinth, seven years and, uh, four months ago today. She was loyal, clever, talented, funny -”

“- and hot as all hell!” came a blurted interruption. Izzy glanced away from their host to the grinning face of Ziva on the other side of the circle. Ditria laughed indulgently.

“Well, she sure was right at the end,” Luke quipped.

This remark earned much more uproarious laughter. “Luke, you can’t say that!!” Ziva squealed, slapping him on the arm.

“C’mon, you’ve said worse,” he chuckled.

“I can say it, you guys can’t,” she replied mock-indignantly, her eyes glimmering with amusement.

The whole group was giggling helplessly, with the exception of Izzy, who managed a weak smile. She couldn’t share her friends’ good humour. She was too weighed down with apprehension for the events of that night - and the months that were to follow.

Glancing her way, Ditria seemed to notice her disquiet, and reached over to give her thigh a reassuring squeeze. “You ready for this, Iz?”

‘Does it matter?’ Izzy wanted to say, but instead she suppressed her bitterness and managed a half-hearted, “Sure.” There was no point complaining about the situation when there was nothing any of them could do about it.

Sensing her lack of sincerity, Ditria scooted closer and put her arm around her friend. “Hey, I know this kinda sucks,” she said quietly into Izzy’s ear, audible even above their two friends’ raucous chatter. “But at least it’s for a good cause...”

“Yeah, I know,” Izzy said, trying not to sound sullen.

“And besides, we’re gonna give you one hell of a going-away party, as always,” the black-and-red-haired Goth promised with a smirk. “I’ll give ya all my best moves, I promise.”

This provoked a genuine smile, if a slightly sceptical one. “You sure you can make that promise, Dee?” she sniggered. “I mean, I know how good you are, but even an expert can be stymied by, uh, unfamiliar equipment...”

Ditria snorted. “C’mon. We’ve done this enough times, I think I’m familiar enough with whatever I’ll end up working with!” Izzy gave a conceding nod to that remark.

“Hey,” Ziva’s voice called out, interrupting the private pep talk. “Are we gonna get on with this? The landlady’s anxious to evict me.” She tapped the icon hanging around her neck, a small silver sculpture of a raven. “And I’m ready to move into my new digs...”

The butterflies in Izzy’s stomach, which Ditria had helped to settle, started fluttering wildly again. She shot an uneasy glance at her friend, who gave her an apologetic grimace in return and then budged away, putting the four of them at equidistant points on the carpeted floor again.

Clearing her throat once again, Ditria met each of her companions’ eyes in turn, and then said in a voice heavy with purpose, “Let’s begin. Join hands.”

Trembling a little, Izzy reached out and clasped Luke’s hand with her right and Ditria’s with her left. All three of them had sweaty palms, perhaps unsurprisingly. Her eyes fell upon Ziva’s eager expression, and then were dragged down, as if being pulled, to the corvid pendant. She swallowed hard at the sight of the familiar icon, with which she was soon to be closely reacquainted.

The words of the spell were so familiar at this point, and now that they were beginning the ritual Izzy couldn’t stop herself from beginning to chant them at the same instant as her three friends, spurred on inexorably by the insidious magic in their veins. She found her eyes locking onto Ziva’s, and yet at the same time she could see Luke’s and Ditria’s, and even her own, all four pairs overlaid on top of each other, the varied irises blending colours together until they seemed to merge into one indistinguishable, glittering vision...

Before she knew it, the incantation was reaching its climax, and their four voices had reached a crescendo. She could feel the dark power swelling within her, and within her friends, sensing their excitement and fear as intensely as her own. They were as one in that instant - one body, one entity, one combined force, harnessing their immense potential to perform the powerful spell.

There was a sudden violent whirl of motion, as if the world had been flipped upside down around her - and suddenly Izzy was lying flat on her back staring at the ceiling, blinking dazedly and brushing short black hair out of her eyes. Pushing herself upright with one hand, she glanced around the circle, seeing Ditria sitting opposite, Ziva on her right... and herself on her left.

She inhaled deeply, processing what had happened. “Right. I’m Luke now,” she muttered.

“You could try to sound a little happier about it,” Ditria chuckled from across the circle. “Y’know how many ladies would love to have my body?” Her expression changed to a derisive smirk. “Well Izzy has had it before,” she noted. “I guess familiarity breeds contempt?” Her eyebrows shot up in response to her own comment. “Ouch,” she laughed, putting a hand to her heart as if mortally hurt.

“OK, so, that’s the real Luke,” Ziva grinned. “And not alone in there. I’m guessing... Hyacinth?”

“That’s me,” ‘Ditria’ confirmed. “And I’m guessing the real Dee’s taken my spot in there?” ‘Ziva’ nodded.

Izzy, in Luke’s body, had already figured as much out, by process of elimination. It was obvious from the glazed expression on her own face, to her left, who was currently in residence. The other Izzy shook her head violently as if clearing out cobwebs, glanced around at the others, and then looked down at her ample chest. A smile slowly spread across her face.

“Yessss,” she crowed. “My first night back and I get Izzy’s body? Score!”

Hyacinth wagged Ditria’s finger at her. “Don’t get used to it, Zee. Remember, I’m moving in at the end of tonight...”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Izzy’s face smirked. “Better make the most of it then, hadn’t I?”

Izzy watched with an amused smile as Ziva - the real Ziva, who had spent the last two months stuck in the form of a metal bird - hurriedly stripped off Izzy’s shirt and began squeezing her breasts through her bra. She had been expecting this reaction from whoever had ended up borrowing her body - after all, her rack was the most impressive out of all the coven members. Although she did have to concede Hyacinth’s had been even better when she’d been alive.

She missed her tits a little - not to mention the rest of her usual body - but at least she still had a body for the time being. And as Ziva had said, she should probably make the most of it.

Across the circle, a lewd smile had spread across Ditria’s face as she watched Ziva fondle her temporary self. There was no telling whether it was Luke or Hyacinth currently in the driving seat - they were equally pervy, in Izzy’s opinion. It was mere seconds before they gave up merely watching and crawled over to make out with Ziva.

As she watched her own body being kissed and felt up, Izzy’s borrowed arm received a soft nudge, and she looked round at the real Ditria, in Ziva’s body, smiling salaciously at her. “I seem to recall making you a promise, babe,” she reminded her.

Despite her lingering unease over the night’s inevitable conclusion, Izzy returned the smile and let her friend hook a finger under her chin and pull her in for a kiss. Ditria proceeded to wrap her arms around Luke’s back and make her way down his neck, using Ziva’s lips to lay gentle, titillating kisses on his cheek, jawbone, neck, and collarbone, before rolling up his shirt to lightly lick his nipples.

Writhing and whimpering within Ditria’s embrace, Izzy shot another glance across the room, to see her own body nestled in the possessed Ditria’s arms, naked from the waist up, moaning loudly, eyes rolling back in her head. Luke/Hyacinth were tenderly groping her boobs with one hand, and had snuck the other under her skirt to rub her pussy through her panties. Sensitive as Izzy’s body was, Ziva had gone limp, helpless under the deft caresses of her friends.

Izzy’s anxiety that evening had nothing to do with this - the sight of her own body being used this way while she herself was banished from it, transferred into another vessel, was hardly unfamiliar. After enough bodyswapping experiences, there was no point any of them being proprietary about their bodies. Besides, these orgies were the highlight of the evening. She wanted it to go on as long as possible - not least because at the night’s end they’d have to perform the spell again. They’d all be returned to their original bodies, with two exceptions: Hyacinth, who had no body to go back to; and Izzy herself.

Luke and Ditria had started the coven when they’d all been at high school together. Izzy had been the last of the five to join, and the only one not to have had any particular interest in witchcraft beforehand (joining mostly because of her crush on Dee), but she’d taken to it like a duck to water and had tremendous fun learning to practice the dark arts. They all had. They’d studied sorcery together, tested spells on themselves and each other, and even worked together to perform magical trickery on some of their teachers (usually in the interest of avoiding homework) and classmates (enacting pranks for which they’d never been caught).

Hyacinth had been the most talented, powerful and intuitive of the five, and also the most reckless. She had a fascination with more dangerous magic, and a tendency to try new spells without fully thinking through the consequences. This came to a conclusion when she’d attempted to wield pyrokinetic magic while astral projecting, alone in her bedroom, with tragic results. The rest of her family had been out of the house and thus had been spared the ensuing violent inferno, but Hyacinth’s helpless body had been burned beyond any hope of recovery before she could do anything to stop it.

Thankfully she’d been able to alert her coven to her plight, and before her disembodied consciousness could dissipate, they had encapsulated her within a raven statuette. Since that terrible day, they had passed the pendant back and forth between them, involving their friend in their experiences, so that she wouldn’t miss out. She could share the senses of whoever wore her around their neck, perfectly perceiving the world around her as they did, but could not interact with it at all. Although she’d been grateful to her friends for giving her at least a partial life, after two years, her continued inability to act, always remaining a passive observer to her surroundings, had worn thin.

It was actually Izzy who’d suggested they let their deceased friend fully inhabit their bodies for a period of the year. The deal was that she’d spend two months possessing each of them in turn (in a random order they decided at the beginning of the year, by drawing names from a hat), and then returned to the raven figurine for the remaining four months. As two minds sharing one body often led to madness, her host’s consciousness would be transferred into the icon in the interim. They’d then hang around their own neck, sharing Hyacinth’s experiences, and be able to communicate with her telepathically, so they could guide her through impersonating them and would have a say in her decisions and actions.

At the time it’d seemed an ideal solution, and they’d all agreed readily - even making a blood pact to hold them to the deal in perpetuity. (They’d been young and dumb, and it’d felt like a good idea in the moment.) It hadn’t seemed to matter who had whose body at the time - they’d been teenagers, after all, with the usual levels of apathy and discontentment with their lives. The idea of escaping existence for a while and letting someone else carry the burden had sounded pretty good actually - and also pretty hot. That was how the bodyswapping orgy element of the process had been introduced, as a temporary sendoff for Hyacinth’s new host, a ‘welcome back’ celebration for the predecessor, and a chance for all five of them to indulge in some erotic supernatural escapism, experiencing each other’s bodies in the most intimate ways possible.

Now, though, five years later, they were adults with more to lose. Izzy’s career was going from strength to strength, and she had a handsome, sweet-natured new boyfriend who knew nothing of her witchy ways. She didn’t particularly want to hand over the reins of her life to another right now, even if it was only for a couple of months. But it didn’t matter. The blood pact they’d all made five years ago held as much sway over them as it ever had, making refusal to go through with the ritual literally impossible. At least she knew Hyacinth would do her best to keep her involved in everything to come in the next sixty-one days.

Resigning herself to her fate, she tried her best to put the matter to the back of her mind. Clearly determined to do everything she could to keep Izzy in the moment, Ditria had peeled off Luke’s shorts, and presently buried Ziva’s tongue in his tender boy pussy. Gasping with ecstasy, Izzy grabbed her friend’s hair, pressing her face further in. True to her word, Dee was using all her skill - and her knowledge of how to work her friend’s mouth and satisfy her other friend’s cunt - to give Izzy the sendoff she deserved, performing a kind of magic only she could wield.

Izzy came, hard, mere seconds after her original body did the same across the room, frantically grinding on Luke/Hyacinth’s thigh. Leaving her to recuperate, Ditria crawled over to make out with her own face. Lying supine, Izzy watched for a few moments, smiling dreamily, her impending imprisonment in a silver sculpture forgotten amidst her euphoria. It wasn’t long, though, before she was heaving herself onto all fours and going over to join her friends, intent on getting as much satisfaction as she could from her last night.

***

Izzy’s eyes lazily flickered open, her body’s current occupant having already been awake for a couple of minutes, luxuriating in the softness of her duvet and pillows. Yawning and stretching, Hyacinth slowly slid out of bed and padded into the bathroom, naked save for the pendant hanging from her neck, absently scratching her borrowed body’s right buttock. Coming to a halt in front of the mirror, she smiled with satisfaction at the sight of the voluptuous Latina’s reflection beaming back at her, and reached up to rub her chest.

“I’ve missed these,” she sighed. “Not as big as mine, but -”

OK, bitch, piped up an indignant voice in the back of her mind. Unnecessary!

She laughed. “Sorry, Iz! I was gonna say, ‘but sensitive enough to make up for it’.” As if on cue, a strong quiver went through her as she sank her thumbs into the malleable flesh. “Y-you know I love being in your body...”

Well that makes one of us, Izzy grumbled - but there was no real malice in her mental tone.

Letting her hand wander momentarily into her cleavage, Hyacinth tapped her host’s temporary accommodation with a fingernail. “C’mon babe, you know I try to make this as fun for you as I can!”

Yeah, yeah. Just d-don’t spend too long playing with ourself, we gotta get to work. And don’t forget we’re meeting up with Mikhail tonight...

“I remember, don’t worry,” Hyacinth replied, still groping her boobs as she stared her new reflection in the face. “Can’t believe you’re dating a guy, Iz. Thought you were a proud rug-muncher like the rest of us...”

Hey, I’ve never claimed to only like girls! Quit with the bi erasure, Cin.

“OK, OK,” she snickered, raising her hands in an apologetic gesture. “Well don’t worry, I’ll put in as much effort with Mickey boy as I do with the others’ partners. Thank God for strapons, at least I’ll have some idea of what to do...”

Just please don’t be too forward with him, OK? I really like him, I don’t wanna scare him off.

“I promise, I’ll be very demure,” she assured her friend. Then she smirked and added, “And very mindful. Get it? Cos I’ve got two minds...?”

This is gonna be a long couple of months.

“Heyy!” Hyacinth giggled.

Could you just get us off already, if you’re gonna? And make it good please, to make up for that awful ‘joke’.

“Your wish is my command,” the deceased witch said with a wink, rolling her nipples between finger and thumb. As one hand reached for her current body’s cunt, she gave her reflection a mischievous grin, and then rolled her eyes upwards and stuck out her tongue.

Oh n-no, not the ahegao... Y-you’re not gonna do that every time again, are you? It’s so embarrassing...

“Just wait til Mickey boy sees it,” she chuckled. “I’m gonna tell him I do that whenever I cum. Have fun keeping that up.”

For f-fuck’s sake, Cin...

Chuckling, Hyacinth stuck Izzy’s tongue out again and continued to relentlessly finger-fuck her current self. She was joking, of course - she’d never disrupt her friend’s life to that degree - but it was too easy to mess with Izzy.

It was going to be a great couple of months.